I reflect upon my infancy living a life of fear and boredom Had a brother who was a decade senior Who was nothing short of a mentor Fear drove me to the movies searching and yearning for stars Who I found in abundance and what was absent in my soul was present in their role Testosterone filled powder keg scenes blitzkrieg in front of me. Mere Images they weren't As real as reality was The line dissolved as I vicariously fought the villains of my life My mind wars were in full throttle Me emerging the victor Unaware that imagination was making me the victim Decades it took to draw the line again Reality was reborn And rickety split was leading a life of fear and boredom Boredom took me in search of humans None had humanity exploited my inadequacy again I went as perceptible was never obvious to me Leading me on a circle of Savagery unleashed by the bullies Fear and boredom outside adopted a demon called esteem inside As it touched it's nadir Living was given another name called hell But none of this could I tell Bruised ego is the soldier who replaces Sensitivity The spiral road down has no end but has many stops Picking the wrong passengers along the way The boundaries are dissolved between humane and inhumane Diatribe rhetoric and tirades encompassed the being Even the partisan benefactors saw no point in my living Speaking the untruth is the first step on the Pathway to Hell Other ignoble attributes are endowed upon effortlessly Traveling on the path with fear boredom lies rants and the whole shebang I realised that I had been dumped unceremoniously It's the river of no return that I was sailing my boat on What was I on Could I continue living on that mode accelerating the demon inside at the speed of the Apollo Mind Body intellect and soul was at a new low Guilt was built with the concrete of dishonour blasphemy impiety and irreverence Schizophrenic nature of piety religion and philosophy did not help Reality remained blurred again Only the Constants changed Jeet Kune do translates as The art of the intercepting fist Founded by Bruce Lee Martial Artist Actor Writer Director Choreographer Producer Dancer Teacher and Philosopher Addiction was replaced by Connection Thinking was replaced by Feeling Ranting was replaced by Acting Outward was replaced by Inward Whatever led me to his path The cause and effect I don't know For his path is no path I now know what I know Reality had emerged Tentpoles have submerged I have Bruce to thank Who says don't thank for I haven't thought you anything Because there are no others to teach There's only self Which also ceases on enquiry There are no others thereβs no I What is left is Right Nothing is what it seems Nobody is who they really are Grumble moan and whine Still surprised at paucity of humanity benign Realize he should for that is the habitude Paradigm followed blindly with the prototypes walking before him Rehearsed and Crafted Complicated he becomes Complication is easy Simplicity is tough Were he to know And if this were to grow Extinct becomes of sorrow In the dark about the light Unable to conceive that Honest expression is the hardest trait Simplicity Fluidity and directness The only path to oneness Painful that they never meet Feel from your heart and be driven by emotional competence,comprehend Thinking and Rational leads often to a dead end This world is not for honest men But it cannot prevent men from being honest And the gratification they derive from their conscientious conduct And deprive them the luxury of a good night s sleep Impeccable invoking inspired infallibility is immune in inception